The dark-haired bartender nodded toward the two men. Leigh Ann raised her glass in gratitude and smiled at the men. If they hadn’t known she’d see... them, they would now. Leigh Ann thought the barmaid was more attractive than she was. Vicky, the nametag said, had a bit of Goth look going on, with jet black hair, curly, but short, with a tiny riot of bangs across her forehead. She wore a white blouse that set off her café au lait skin tone, and stretched over her protruding breasts. She wondered. But as Beth,he/she enjoyed participating and helping the children.Some might say that Ken's change in attitude was because he was now agirl and these were the kind of things that girls like to do. Theremight have been some truth to that, but there was more. Beth enjoyedhelping kids with their homework, making crafts, leading them onactivities, etc. Helping others reminded her of how much she hadreceived, how she had been forgiven, given a second chance at life.She wanted others to experience. Especially with his robe fully open, his hard firm erection bathed in copious amounts of whipping cream, pointing directly towards his aunt."Looks like we've made a BIG mess haven't we?" she stated as she began to approach him. Paul looked towards the floor, the pie now ruined, face down with strawberries and whipping cream having exploded in all directions upon the floor.He looked back up towards her, his feet frozen in place, his mind racing with some justification, some tangible reason for. We had a wonderful time, but it's good to be home."Mary and Ken settled at the table for the meeting."The big thing is the Introduction," Anne began. "Heather?" So far, everything seems to be going all right. We have plenty of stock for all the things we're going to show, and production is under way. Alex will pass among you with proofs of the catalog we'll be distributing. The meeting rooms and our bedrooms are set in the hotels. We've hired a Road Manager, who seems to be on top of all that..